Fidelity: Candle

Friday, July 20, 2007

Candle

Candle

by May Richardson

I light my candle,

melting it clear

the air whispers,

sometimes too near.

My candle burns

yellow, blue, white,

I keep it goingall through the night.

Sometimes it flickers,

moving in torrid patterns,

circling, dwindling, sparking tatters,

flame wanes, then rises up,

springing form what you thought was no more.

It keeps on fighting,

melting wax as time goes by,

the candle is me,

and it is I.









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